Winter in your silent eyes
Two angels hanging by your side
With burning black and blue hearts
You’re the picture I want to grasp
Thunder tearing it apart
When I’m spilling out of myself
And strange voices fill the air
The sea wails for me
Leaving my plastic euphoria
I fall once again in the night
My ever-aching night
That now I refuse to grasp
This time I might say no
This time I should go
When I’m spilling out of myself
And strange voices fill the air
The sea wails for me
The sea now claims me
Putting ourselves on the line
The saddest line
Sometimes
I wonder why
Why
And we don’t have much time
We walk and walk bearing our music on our backs
We talk and talk to find someone who’ll have our backs
« Why don’t you do as we say, just do it our way »
Is what they told us so we decided not to stay
After all that we went and sank into the night
Feeling the bite of their stare, kissing the smell of the air goodbye
Putting ourselves on the line
The saddest line
Sometimes
I wonder why
Why
And we don’t have much time
We walk and walk bearing our music on our backs
We talk and talk to find someone who’ll have our backs
"why don’t you do as we say, just do it our way"
Is what they told us so we decided not to stay
After all that we went and sank into the night
Feeling the bite of their stare, kissing the smell of the air goodbye
Filling up on dreams of fullness, ease and grace
Throwing up these hopes at each of our mistakes
We’ve missed our last train again, empty rails in the rain
Falling back in the real world, working our way up at the
Ten starting over once again
time to star over once again
Maybe I’m only looking at it the wrong way
It’s not bad luck it’s a game, that we play all the same everyday
Putting ourselves on the line
The saddest line
Sometimes
I wonder why
Why
And we don’t have much time
June says hello
Before the show
Kicking me out, kicking me out
But she’s so polite, with her american smile
These smiles rain on me
As cold as can be
And emptiness performs
In every bar that I storm
Musicians pour
Out of every door
Blue jackets and cool clothes
Talking in the hall
So I go say hello
After the show
But they keep blowing me off, like I’m a fangirl in love
I think I’m not man enough, for the playground of rock
Filled with happiness and joy
Only friendly with their own
So kindly rude that I don’t know
If I should thank them for their scorn
Faces that show up everywhere
Must mean something about this place
I’ll climb an endless Let’s find a magic set of stairs
To ask a psychic why I’m there
